Crimson red blood
My blood is cold
It's like mud
Dirty and solid
Everything's dark
Black and blue
Nothing makes sense
Everything's blank
Covered in dust
As it drips down my arm
So wet and sweet
It helped me cope
My deadly weapon
Something that should've forever been a secret
So I let out a yelp
As it seized for plea for help
Touching my vein
Was like digging a needle into my brain
My blood dripped like rain
To the floor
Splashing down like shattered glass
I thought you loved me
Can you see that the love now burns
Inside of me?
But instead you set yourself free
From the chains
That held you in
I recoiled my blade
As my bloods on fire
It started to burn
Like wild fire
As it rolled down my arm
So I'm a cutter
Is that what they say?
So I'm a cutter
Don't ever label me
That way
As it runs down my wrists
Filling my fist
Upon my skin like a small kiss
In the pale mist
As it tickled my veins
As the pain will forever stay
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...
